A Third of the Moonlight

[The text will be revised gradually in the near future. I am not responsible for differences from pirated copies.]

Bright and proud little princess vs. refined, aloof CEO

Two years ago, Jiang Yunnian, the little princess of the Jiang family, used a marriage contract to hide her entry into the entertainment industry. She worked diligently, struggling from obscurity to gaining a little popularity.

Her assistant asked, "Do you think marriage is a good thing?"

Jiang Yunnian put down the script she had been memorizing and gazed at the brilliant blue sky, her voice light and cheerful. "Marriage? From another perspective, it's just a matter of each getting what they need."

·

Fu Jinchen returned from abroad, his aloof and carefree air even more pronounced. He was like the depths of winter, cloaked in frost and snow. Everyone said he was cold and heartless, devoted only to work and lacking a bit of human warmth.

At a drinks gathering with friends, he gazed at the droplets on the clear glass and smiled carelessly. "Marriage is nothing more than an ordinary item on life's itinerary."

·

Later, when he learned that Jiang Yunnian was going to film an intimate scene, the two inevitably argued.

Jiang Yunnian stood firm, her gentle voice cold and unfeeling. "Fu Jinchen, this is my job. If you can't accept that, we can get divorced."

They parted on bad terms.

On that chilly, rainy night on set, Fu Jinchen hurried over and pressed Jiang Yunnian, who had just finished filming, against the bed that had yet to be cleared away. Red silk curtains hung scattered around them. The bespoke suit he wore still carried the chill of the drizzle. He pressed his forehead to Jiang Yunnian's and, seeing the lingering look of her still-in-character eyes, lowered his voice to plead for a kiss. "Say you love me."

·

One day later, after they had finished making love, Jiang Yunnian held Fu Jinchen's hand and suddenly asked, curious, "What do you think marriage is?"

Fu Jinchen pulled her into his arms. His kisses fell thick and fast as he murmured with deep affection, "It's me willingly sinking into your sea."

·

The icy frost and snow willingly drift down onto a volcano, tenderly melting away and reflecting a third of the moon's radiant light.

[Please note]

1. This story has changed its premise. It is no longer about the side couple from Heartbeat Repair. The male and female leads exist independently and are not connected to any other book. My apologies for the confusion. Feel free to add it to your collection!

2. This story includes: marriage before love + being doted on by everyone + a touch of entertainment-industry progression and face-slapping + secret identities revealed.

3. If it isn't to your taste, then perhaps we'll meet again another time. I have my own ideas about writing, so I don't accept writing advice. I'll keep growing slowly. There are countless great stories on Jinjiang, so if this one doesn't work for you, let's find another one~~

4. We are each our own volcano and sun, and I hope everyone can meet a mountain of snow willing to melt for them.

5. Blurb revised on 2023/10/23. Screenshot saved.

6. An 80% anti-piracy threshold is in place. If you haven't reached the required percentage, purchasing will be prohibited for 24 hours. Piracy is rampant. Thank you, sweethearts, for your support and understanding.

[My next book, Pure Love Artist, is coming soon. Please add it to your collection!]

Childhood friends / innocent school romance

Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted sweetheart & a young master whose words and actions don't match

Xie Liyin realized she had fallen for Qi Zhengyao in her first year of high school.

But when she thought of how Qi Zhengyao knew every embarrassing thing she had done as a child, she wanted to close her eyes and leave this world.

What could be more embarrassing than having your crush know how many times you wet the bed as a child?

Oh, and your crush even had a photo of you shaving off your eyebrows to look like Crayon Shin-chan as his phone wallpaper.

But that couldn't extinguish the tiny flame of Xie Liyin's crush. She racked her brains to come up with a grand confession, then took out paper and pen that very night to write a love letter.

The next day, outside Class 2 of Grade 10, Qi Zhengyao was leaning lazily against the railing, with Shen Jiqing beside him, a transfer student who ranked first in the grade and had become his deskmate.

Seeing Xie Liyin walk over, Qi Zhengyao lifted his eyelids and was about to speak when he heard his childhood friend lower her head and offer the pink envelope in her hands, her voice crisp and clear. "Please, will you go out with me?"

Qi Zhengyao's heart stopped. The corners of his mouth had not even had time to lift when Xie Liyin said, "Shen Jiqing!"

A split second before she said the name, Xie Liyin had suddenly realized that if her confession failed, their families were neighbors, so they'd be running into each other all the time. It would be unbearably awkward.

After she finished speaking, Xie Liyin peeked up, waiting for Shen Jiqing to turn her down, only to see Qi Zhengyao's face turn livid.

Bonus scene:

Xie Liyin was bad at physics, so she took her workbook to Qi Zhengyao's house to ask him for help.

"Qi Zhengyao, how do I solve this problem?"

But the only answer she got was Qi Zhengyao's lazy, infuriating voice. He controlled a character on his computer as he drawled, "Please, will you go out with me~"

"Qi Zhengyao, aren't you tired of saying that yet?" Ever since Xie Liyin confessed, that was always the first thing Qi Zhengyao said to her. She was sick of hearing it, but he still wasn't tired of saying it.

Xie Liyin finally lost her patience. "Are you going to help me or not? If not, I'll ask Shen Jiqing to teach me! He's ranked first in the grade, after all!"

Qi Zhengyao panicked. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Why wouldn't I?" Xie Liyin straightened up and glared at Qi Zhengyao with her bright, sparkling eyes.

Qi Zhengyao gave in. "Fine, I'll teach you, okay?"

Then he softened his voice and muttered, "You little tyrant."

Theme: Love can make a mountain of snow willingly melt.